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Sodor and Seljaryssk wrote:

RP: Trolling

The Neushvtisi'i ships, located by the Viipatsira only when they were actually visible due to the lack of radar signature the ships emitted, were quite a sight to the modern amphibious force. After all, it wasn't like they'd actually encountered such a ship force before, so it was a novelty of the highest order, and one that will likely be a highly popular encounter to speak about in times afterwards.

For the moment, though, the main thought was of just why there was a wooden ship attempting to interdict the task force. Even if it was an active combat craft, which seemed to be almost impossible. After all, what self respecting nation would still be using wooden ships in this day and age? For the moment, the normal assumption, that this ship was operating not modern guns but cannon, seemed appropriate, and aboard the Amphibious Transport Dock the Commodore, newly promoted, began giving out orders.

Rough Translation
"Play gentle. I know we should be able to beat them even without escort, but for the moment play nice. Buzz them, let them know we have aircraft but don't cause stuff. I don't want an international incident."

Orders which led to a VTAI-9 (V-22 rebranded) buzzing the Pamlico, circling it several times even as the small force continued to mve forward, each ship making course corrections as not to steer too close to the wooden ship and risk issue.

The small party on the shore, meanwhile, would see the skiffs approaching with relative calm. After all, the men aboard didn't exactly look like an issue, and there was little harm in shouting back.

"We're fine thank you! Our pickup should be arriving shortly, but if you do want to come ashore I'm sure we can get you something to eat for your time."

RP:
Captain Elloree accepted the offer from the Sodorhvtisi’i, saying: “I’ll accept your offer, though I am not particular hungry I could use some conversation.” And with that they began to row to the shore, jumping into the surf and pushing the wooden boats ashore alongside the Sodorhvtisi’i camp.

Meanwhile back aboard the Pamlico the VTAI-9 caused quite a stir, the low flying aircraft causing mayhem on deck of the ship as crewmen initial went for cover at the sight of the oncoming aircraft, only to stand again once they realized the aircraft posed no immediate harm. Commodore Wheeling was not as startled as the crew, but he also was not happy. The tools of the Sodorhvtisi’i were unknown to him, and posed a considerable risk to his crew and ship. However, with his 2nd command still with the Sodorhvtisi’i ashore and orders to make contact with the stricken crew he decided to hold his position.

RP: Lefors Massacre
The flame of a thousand torches lit up the evening sky. Atop a ridge thousands of riders had gathered to inflict a fatal blow upon those who had taken everything from them. Three hundred years of grievances, three hundred years of slaughter, enslavement, and destruction. Their homeland was lost forever, but the invaders will have no solace with their spoils. The thunder of a thousand hooves lifted the ground, a deafening thunder rolled into the valley. There was no resistance. The world shattered in the blink of an eye. Every structure of the frontier village became a towering inferno, the wide streets a labyrinth of hell. Smoke masked the face of death which rode between the rows of buildings, cutting down those who tried escaping the inferno.

Fort Mclean, Unorganized Territories, Neuse
“Around midday on the 3rd of the month our forces stationed at Fort Mclean in the Unorganized Territories received a band of 21 refugees heading South along the Sissipahaw Highway. The group consisted of 11 women, 3 children, and 7 men. Reports from the survivors claim the frontier settlement of Lefors had been attacked by the Pahaw. The group claims the entire settlement to be destroyed, at least 300 dead. Though unverified at the moment, their claims are likely to be true.” — William Childress, Commander of the Garrison at Fort Mclean to commanding Colonel Claude Ashtola. The excerpt above was first published in the Toxaway Tribune, before being picked up by publications from Peletier to Lenoxville; within a week the whole nation had heard of the slaughter. It was not long before calls for action reached Rodanthe, where Governor Tryon prepared to address the Assembly. In a short but poignant speech the Governor swore vengeance unto the Pahaw, swearing the destruction of the warband responsible for the massacre.